Walking in the now but not yet

Do we get so caught up in the destination that we forget to be here?

Yet this is the only place we can ever be.

One foot in front of the other, even in the darkness.

And waiting.

Not the stuck kind, but the expectant, hopeful sort.

The kind that trusts that we can see just enough to step forward.

And that there are others here too.

Because this is now the path is made.

Even if we can’t fully see where we are going.